(UK version)
With You There To Help Me
In days of peace -
sweet smelling summer
nights
of wine and song;
dusty pavements burning feet
Why am I crying,
I want to know
How can I smile and make it right?
For sixty days and eighty
nights
and not give in and lose the fight
I'm going back to the ones that I
know,
with whom I can be what I want to be
Just one week for the feeling to
go -
and with you there to help me
then it probably will
I won't go
down
acting the same old play
Give sixty days for just one night
Don't
think I'd make it: but then I might
I'm going back to the ones that I
know,
with whom I can be what I want to be
Just one week for the feeling to
go -
and with you there to help me
then it probably
will
Nothing To Say
Everyday there's someone
asking
what is there to do?
Should I love or should I fight
is it all the
same to you?
No I say I have the answer
proven to be true,
But if I were
to share it with you,
you would stand to gain
and I to lose
Oh I couldn't
bear it
so I've got nothing to say
Nothing to say
Every morning
pressure forming
all around my eyes
Ceilings crash, the walls
collapse,
broken by the lies
that your misfortune brought upon us
and I
won't disguise them
So don't ask me will I explain
I won't even begin to tell
you why
No, just because I have a name
well I've got nothing to
say
Nothing to say
Climb a tower of freedom,
paint your own
deceiving sign
It's not my power
to criticize or to ask you to be blind
To
your own pressing problem
and the hate you must unwind
So ask of me no
answer
there is none that I could give
you wouldn't find
I went your way
ten years ago
and I've got nothing to say
Nothing to
say
Alive And Well And Living In
Nobody sees her
here, her eyes are slowly closing
If she should want some peace, she sits there,
without moving,
and puts a pillow over the phone
And if she feels like
dancing no one will know it
Giving herself a chance there's no need to show her
how it should be
She can't remember now when she was all in
pieces
She's quite content to sit there listening to what he says
How he didn't
like to be alone
And if he feels like crying she's there to hear him
No reason
to complain and nothing to fear, they always will be
Son
Oh, I feel sympathy Be grateful my son
for what you get
Expression and passion Ten days for watching the
sunset;
when I was your age amusement we made for ourselves
"Permission
to breathe sir," don't talk like that, I'm your old man
They'll soon be demobbed
son, so join up as soon as you can
You can't borrow that
`cos that's for the
races and doesn't grow on trees
I only feel what touches me
and feel in
touching I can see
a better state to be in
Who has the right
to question
what I might do,
in feeling I should touch the real
and only things I
feel
It's advice and it's nice to know when you're best advised
You've
only turned thirty, so son, you'd better apologize
And when you grow up, if
you're good
we will buy you a bike
For Michael Collins, Jeffrey And Me
Watery eyes of the last sighing seconds,
blue reflections mute
and dim
beckon tearful child of wonder
to repentance of the sin
And the
blind and lusty lovers
of the great eternal lie
go on believing
nothing
since something has to die
And the ape's curiosity -
money
power wins,
and the yellow soft mountains move under him
I'm with
you L E M
though it's a shame that it had to be you
The mother ship is just a
blip
from your trip made for two
I'm with you boys, so please employ just a
little extra care
It's on my mind I'm left behind
when I should have been
there
Walking with you
And the limp face hungry viewers
fight to
fasten with their eyes
like the man hung from the trapeze -
whose fall will
satisfy
And congratulate each other
on their rare and wondrous
deed
That their begrudged money bought
to sow the monkey's seed
And
the yellow soft mountains
they grow very still
witness as intrusion the
humanoid thrill
To Cry You A Song?
Flying so high, trying to
remember
how many cigarettes did I bring along?
When I get down I'll jump
in a taxi cab
driving through London town
to cry you a song
It's
been a long time -
still shaking my wings
Well, I'm a glad bird
I got
changes to ring
Closing my dream inside its paper-bag
Thought I saw
angels
but I could have been wrong
Search in my case,
can't find what
they're looking for
Waving me through
to cry you a song
It's been a
long time -
still shaking my wings
Well I'm a glad bird
I got changes to
ring
Lights in the street,
peeping through curtains drawn
Rattling
of safety chain taking too long
The smile in your eyes was never so sweet before
-
Came down from the skies
to cry you a song
A Time For Everything
Once it seemed there would always be
a time for
everything
Ages passed I knew at last
my life had never been
I'd been
missing what time could bring
Fifty years and I'm filled with tears and
joys
I never cried
Burn the wagon and chain the mule
The past is all
denied
There's no time for everything
No time for
everything
Inside
All the places I've been make it hard to
begin
to enjoy life again on the inside,
but I mean to
Take a walk around
the block
and be glad that I've got me some time
to be in from the
outside,
and inside with you
I'm sitting on the corner feeling
glad
Got no money coming in but I can't be sad
That was the best cup of
coffee I ever had
And I won't worry about a thing
because we've got it
made,
here on the inside, outside so far away
And we'll laugh and we'll
sing
get someone to bring our friends here
for tea in the evening -
Old
Jeffrey makes three
Take a walk in the park,
does the wind in the
dark
sound like music to you?
Well I'm thinking it does to me
Can
you cook, can you sew -
well, I don't want to know
That is not what you
need on the inside,
to make the time go
Counting lambs, counting
sheep
we will fall into sleep
and we awake to a new day of living
and
loving you so
Play In Time
Got to take in what I can
There is no
time to do what must be done,
While I do some thinking
Sleeping is hard to
come by,
So we'll all sit down and try to play in time,
and we feel like
singing
Talking to people in my way
Blues were my favorite
colour,
til I looked around and found another song
that I felt like
singing
Trying so hard to reach you;
playing what must be played, what must
be sung -
and it's what I'm singing
Talking to people in my
way
Sossity: You're A Woman
Hello you straight-laced lady,
dressed in white
but your shoes aren't clean
Painted them up with polish
in the hope we can't
see where you've been
The smiling face that you've worn
to greet me rising
at morning -
sent me out to work for my score
Please me and say what it's
for
Give me the straight-laced promise
and not the pathetic lie
Tie
me down with your ribbons
and sulk when I ask you why
Your Sunday paper
voice cries
demanding truths I deny
The bitter-sweet kiss you
pretended
is offered, our affair mended
Sossity: You're a
woman
Society: You're a woman
All of the tears you're wasting
are
for yourself and not for me
It's sad to know you're aging
Sadder still to admit
I'm free
Your immature physical toy has grown,
too young to enjoy at last
your straight-laced agreement:
woman, you were too old for me
Sossity:
You're a woman
Society: You're a woman
BONUS TRACKS:
Singing All Day (see Living In The Past)
Witch's Promise (see Living In The Past)
Just Trying To Be (see Living In The Past)
Teacher (see Living In The Past)